Chapter 1 The Situation

Half an hour later, Lu Guangwei's car stopped in front of a villa in the city, picking up Jiang Zheng, who was in plain clothes.

After getting in the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car continued slowly along the street.

Jiang Zheng, expressionless, glanced at Lu Guangwei sitting next to him and asked, "Tell me, what's the situation?"

Lu Guangwei smoked irritably, flicking ash out the window as he said, "Our goods were ripped off. Da Lao Wang (Big Old Wang) took some men to the city and pinned down a few of the foodies' (meaning: someone who likes to eat) little bastards. But unexpectedly, the two sides opened fire and Da Lao Wang was killed. Sigh... This Da Lao Wang, after mixing around for so long, he started taking himself too seriously and stupidly died at the hands of a bunch of kids."

Jiang Zheng's face remained unchanged as he asked after a moment of silence, "How many of our people died?"

Lu Guangwei took a puff of smoke and said, "Including Da Lao Wang, three."

Jiang Zheng said faintly, "In that case, make some arrangements and suppress the matter."

Lu Guangwei shook his head, "Brother, if it were that simple, I would have taken care of it myself. It's not just about suppressing it now. Da Lao Wang is easy for us to deal with, and so is the other side. The problem is, a grenade went off at the scene, killing four kids and injuring many more. You know that what we're doing can't be brought to the table, so I was thinking you should come forward and suppress it… if we wait for things to escalate, it'll be troublesome…!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who the hell threw the grenade?"

Lu Guangwei hurriedly said, "It should have been the other side."

Jiang Zheng frowned, "What do you mean 'should have been'? Who threw it?!"

Lu Guangwei insisted, "Brother, I guarantee it wasn't one of us! Think about it, it was just to catch a few little bastards, Da Lao Wang didn't need to bring that kind of thing. If he had that in mind, he wouldn't have died."

Jiang Zheng stared at Lu Guangwei, and after a moment of silence, said, "Come with me to a place."

After speaking, Jiang Zheng instructed the driver, giving him an address. Several cars turned around together and drove towards the garrison.

…

Late at night, Dragon City, Longkou District, in a high-ranking cadre's residential compound.

Three cars stopped in front of a small western-style building in the compound. Jiang Zheng, along with Lu Guangwei and a middle-aged officer in his forties, got out of the car.

The middle-aged officer was from the garrison, specializing in external relations, equivalent to the "public relations" person. The three of them stepped into the small building, while the others remained in the cars waiting.

This small building was the residence of Shang Yao, the director of the Dragon City Public Security Bureau. Shang Yao was a key member of Lao Li's team, and had worked in the judicial system for many years, with seniority older than Wang Daolin, so he was able to serve as the head of the Public Security Bureau.

"This way, please." After entering the door, a nanny led the three people directly to the second floor, to Shang Yao's study.

The Public Security Bureau Director's study was decorated in a classical style, with rows of bookshelves filled with various valuable classic books.

At this time, Shang Yao was wearing pajamas and sitting behind his desk, fiddling with tea sets.

"Knock knock knock."

The nanny gently knocked on the open door of the study, softly reminding, "Sir, the guests have arrived."

"Arrived?" Shang Yao saw the three and nodded slightly, "Come in."

Jiang Zheng walked into the study, stood in front of Shang Yao, and said with a light smile, "Director Shang, you've already heard about the bar incident, right…?"

Lu Guangwei and the middle-aged officer stood behind them, not interjecting.

Shang Yao took off his reading glasses and looked at Jiang Zheng, asking, "Where are the people?"

Jiang Zheng instantly understood what the director meant, knowing who he was referring to, and replied, "Everyone who went to the bar is here, just temporarily out of the city."

Shang Yao crossed his hands and said indifferently, "These people can't run. If they run, we'll have to catch them."

The words were vague, but the meaning was clear.

Jiang Zheng immediately nodded, "I understand, it's not a problem to call them back."

Shang Yao took off his glasses and picked up the lens cloth, asking, "Who threw the grenade?"

"Heh heh."

Jiang Zheng smiled and replied without hesitation, "It must have been the other side who threw it. They dare to touch anyone's goods, they're a bunch of desperadoes."

Shang Yao nodded expressionlessly, "Alright, then let the people come back first."

"Director Shang, sorry for the trouble." Jiang Zheng's expression relaxed slightly, pointing to the middle-aged officer standing behind him, "A little token of appreciation will come from Lao Zhou's side."

Shang Yao carefully placed a book on the table into a transparent plastic bag, sealed it, and then slowly looked up at Jiang Zheng, saying, "Contact the families of the dead and injured, and take care of everything that needs to be taken care of. After all, people died, and your family is big, so you won't be short of this little bit."

Jiang Zheng nodded, "Don't worry, we'll take what we need to take."

Shang Yao slowly stood up, "Alright, go back if there's nothing else, I should go to sleep."

"Okay, then I won't disturb you." After saying goodbye to Shang Yao, Jiang Zheng led Lu Guangwei and the middle-aged officer out of the small building and walked towards the car.

As soon as he went out, Jiang Zheng frowned and instructed Lu Guangwei, "You heard everything, right? You take the money and arrange everything for the families of the dead and injured. Don't be stingy, spend what you need to spend! Also, tell your people to report to the police station immediately."

Lu Guangwei couldn't help but curse, "Damn, what a loss! Two hundred or so goods were lost, and taking care of the families will cost another hundred or so? In and out, it's too much of a loss!"

Jiang Zheng said a little impatiently, "It's normal to encounter this kind of thing in this business, don't talk nonsense, and get everything done quickly. Also, take a hundred to Director Shang and have Lao Zhou send it over."

Lu Guangwei's face turned red after hearing this, "Great, this month is a waste, all charity work."

Lu Guangwei was very annoyed. He roughly calculated that, because of this small incident, not only was the payment for the goods not recovered, but he also had to pay two or three hundred to the families of the victims and the police station.

In addition, the deceased Da Lao Wang also needed to be taken care of. Adding everything together, a small order actually cost five or six million.

Thinking of this, Lu Guangwei felt like he had eaten shit.

In the entire Dragon City, because of the fluctuating relationship between the Tan family and Lao Li's team, the political and military sides, although not so friendly, were not opposed to each other, and even had some contact from time to time. There were many behind-the-scenes black transactions between the two sides.

It was impossible to do this kind of business without arranging for the upper levels. And because of the attitude of the upper levels, the cadres in Lao Li's team were not easy to argue with the garrison too much, so they took the money that should be taken.

While cursing his bad luck, Lu Guangwei got into the car with Jiang Zheng, and the group left the high-ranking cadre's compound.

…

Three hours later, Wang Daolin finished processing the scene and came out of the bar with a tired face, getting into the police car at the door.

After lighting a cigarette, Wang Daolin waved his hand and instructed the police officer sitting next to him, "You arrange police force and quickly arrest Da Lao Wang's gang for me."

The police officer hurriedly said, "Director Wang, I just received a call that they have already surrendered themselves."

Hearing this, Wang Daolin frowned, "Surrendered themselves? Everything is arranged then…!"